Introduce the beautiful scenery in the village.

1, along the winding path, looking for distant memories, carrying buckets, painting rural farmhouses and Shan Ye, making Shan Ye full of buds and buds.

In autumn, the sky is crisp, many flowers begin to wither and the grass gradually turns yellow. Chrysanthemums dance in the autumn wind, which sends letters in all directions. In this harvest season, the sea of rice in the field turns up golden waves; The soybeans are full. The farmer's uncle's face is filled with the joy of harvest.

Not far away, it is a golden rice field. A night breeze blew and the rice fell together, which made me feel like I was in a golden ocean. On the edge of the rice field are rows of loofah racks, and the vines are covered with golden flowers. Hard-working bees hum while collecting honey. On the green watermelon field next to the towel gourd shed, although there is no bee singing, there is the joy of this harvest. Look, the watermelon is lying in the arms of Guaman's mother like a fat doll, and the afterglow of the sunset caresses them gently and urges them to sleep.

Summer in the country is not as hot as that in the city. Old people sit leisurely in rocking chairs under the table, shaking their swords; The children ran around the tree, sweating with fatigue; The women sat around and talked about some household words. On a quiet summer night, crickets sing touching songs, and the wind blows through the treetops, making a rustling sound. The river lowered its tone and gently accompanied Qin to form a euphemistic lullaby.

The path in front of the village leads to the other side of the mountain and carries many hopes. One day, you and I will walk on that country road, the road that belongs to our hearts. Open your heart, hold a bunch of autumn wind and decorate the whole country.

6. A pool of clear water, crystal clear; The fish in the water wear beautiful contact lenses. The hut and the smoke set each other off; Tall trees and short willows are pitching; Green grass, flowers in full bloom, butterflies flying; Everything here is thrown into the embrace of the river.

7. The path is quiet, birds are whispering in the distance, and the orange sunset has gone away. The stars came to the party and the moon came with graceful steps. The stars blinked, so naive. The affectionate cowherd and weaver girl are probably watching this night scene, too!

8. The oriole on the branch is singing "Yiyi", which is melodious and intoxicating. The shape of the morning glory is so beautiful, just like a small trumpet, and the green leaves carefully matched by skilled village girls are really beautiful.

9. The blue sky in the morning is shrouded in clouds, and the surrounding scenery is hazy, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale. After a while, the sun rose from Ran Ran in the east, and the fog gradually disappeared. There is smoke on the roof of the village. I stood at the foot of the quiet mountain and looked around. The trees on the mountain are lush, like a green ocean, and the mountain is full of colorful flowers, like putting a dress on the mountain. The bottom is also inlaid with emerald-like lace. The steep rocks between the blue sky and white clouds have different shapes. A clear stream winds down the hill. The stream clinked against the rocks and played cheerful music. The smooth pebbles under the stream are clearly visible, and the mountain clouds are also reflected. A group of small fish are swimming happily in the water. A gust of wind blew and the water rippled. The lark's song came from a distance, and I was caught.

10, a country song, quietly lying in the mother's arms, quietly hanging in the treetops, let the whole jungle guard a home.

1 1. Spring is the most beautiful season in the countryside. (www.fwsir.Com) All kinds of flowers are in bud, like shy little girls; The grass poked its head out of the soil and looked curiously at the colorful world; Trees pull out green branches; The farmer's uncle drove the cows to plow the fields, followed by many starlings and egrets. Some of them fly very low, others jump up to catch bugs. Little ducks also join in the fun, swimming around in the water and playing.

12, autumn, colorful leaves, like butterflies, weave a golden carpet for the earth, so that the earth father-in-law puts on warm clothes. Let it not feel cold in winter. Flocks of geese fly from the north to the south for the winter.

13. In rural fields, what you see is either yellow or green and yellow wheat fields. In spring, they are green, a bit like lovely grass, and they like to wear bright green clothes; In summer, the wheat field changed into dazzling light yellow new clothes; Every straw has a plump ear, which is very cute. Then the green is on the vegetables. Look: Cabbage, radish, potato, rape, corn … are all in front of you. The flowers on Tanobe are red and purple. Look, a few little bees are buzzing in the flower heart to collect honey.

14, charming countryside, you are greeted by colorful, pure and beautiful flowers, such as peony, impatiens, cockscomb and dahlia. They are simple and somewhat gorgeous, showing a unique farm scenery. Sunlight is like a golden seed. Sunlight bathes the flowers, like covering them with a layer of golden gauze. They stand in front of the door in colorful colors.

15, there are mountains and water, flowers and grass in the countryside, which is beautiful. Hosta is no exception. She asked Chunchun to make herself a set of green spring clothes, which looked beautiful.

16, the fields in rural areas are gorgeous: rape blossoms show smiling faces; Winter jasmine lined up to pay tribute to spring; Peach blossoms attract swarms of bees to collect honey; Pink pear blossoms are covered with branches; Xiaolan's flowers are so bright and so many. The breeze blew and pervaded the surrounding villages.

17. In summer, the sun scorches the earth. If there is a river behind their house, beside the stone bridge in under the greenwood tree, you will see a group of children playing in the water, splashing from time to time, like Bai Lianhua in full bloom. No one will know what happened between colorful streams and stones.

18, looking at the distance, ah, what a beautiful picture; Soft sunset glow, gorgeous clouds, lying on the mountain not far from the horizon, clusters of villages built on the mountain, smoke rising from the roof of the house ... grandma said before; A layer of mountains and rivers, a layer of people. I hope these mountains are daydreaming; What kind of landscape and people are behind the mountain? Here you can't see the traffic in the city, and you can't hear the noise of various stereos in the city, but it is full of this mystery.

19, a house, a window, pulling a wanderer home, who is it, dancing the golden autumn, making the earth fragrant and the eaves full of fragrance.

20. Next to the path in the field, the grass sticks out from the ground and looks around, as if enjoying the beautiful scenery carefully. The grass is full of colorful flowers, as if it were a small ornament painted on a green carpet. The river next to the path is very shallow and clear, there are small fish swimming in the river, and there are sand and stones shaking at the bottom of the river, so you can see it clearly.

2 1, surrounded by green grass, is a huge pond, and the pond is as green as an flawless jade. There are many white ducks playing in the pond. Suddenly, a small fish quietly surfaced and blew a small bubble. Clever as it is, it can't escape the duck's eyes. They can't wait to dive into the water and swim quickly. One of them caught the little fish and swallowed it suddenly.

22, and then came to the back of the yard, in the distance, is a hill, ups and downs, like a little dragon playing on the shore of the lake; Not far away, several big stones stuck to the ground between the green grass paved a winding path, and scattered peas and broad beans were planted between the green grass on both sides of the path; A few piles of soil slopes are covered with lovely little honeysuckle, and the fragrance is refreshing; There are three or five children chasing each other in the field. A little red face stared at us. Face covered with a layer of crystal sweat, like a blooming jasmine. There was a cry in the distance. I love the lake, I love rape, I love Metasequoia, and I love my home. That voice echoed in my ears for a long time.